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Whoosh..a reminder

erection2015

Alfrescian (InfP) + C
Whoosh!
I sailed by person after person on the track.
Whoosh - Whoosh - Whoosh!
I am a runner. Well, technically a jogger. I often run at the
track near my home. Most on the track walk, therefore my speed,
however meager in running terms, is far faster than walking.
So it's whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, as I pass the walkers over and
over around the track.
My speed and endurance seem amazing to the walkers. Some will
come and walk for an hour. I am running when they come and
still running when they leave. I have whooshed by them twenty
or more times.
I got several lessons in life today on the track.
As I circled the track with my long steady strides passing the
walkers like lamp poles, I got to feeling superior. I know you
shouldn't, you don't have to tell me, but after the constant
whooshing past far younger people, it goes to your head.
Then he came.
He was short, perhaps five feet three. He didn't look like much
of a runner. I saw him get out of the car and stretch as I
whooshed by a couple holding hands.
He started running a few feet ahead of me.
He was fast. I sped up to keep up. At last, I had someone to
pace myself against. After half a lap I was on his heels but
my breath was coming harder and heavier. After the first lap I
was gasping but still on his heels. After a lap and a half my
foot started hurting.
I was hurting; I was gasping for breath.
I slowed up and got back to my pace. The pain in my foot went
away. I could breathe again without sounding like I had a lung
disease. He sped away.
In a fairly short time, Whoosh! He went past me.
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!
In life, there will always be those slower and faster.
Some have natural ability; some have trained harder. For some,
speed is simply their destiny.
The point is, we each have our own speed, and we often end up
hurting ourselves and pushing ourselves to the point where the
breath is knocked out of us...
because we are trying to keep up.
I learned several lessons that day.
Don't get puffed up because you are faster than some.
Don't feel inferior because some are faster than you.
Don't judge the capabilities of others by how they look.
How much of your breath (spirit) is knocked out because you are
running someone else's race?
Are you trying to outrun someone's car, house, clothes, looks,
job title, etc.?
How much pain are you in trying to keep up with someone who may
be running for an entirely different reason, heading to an
entirely different place, with entirely different muscles?
Slow down or maybe speed up,
but run your race to the best of your ability.
Whether you realize it or not, you are the real pace setter.
Don't run fast when you should be running slowly.
Don't run at all when you should be walking,
and don't walk when you should be running.
 

groober2011

Alfrescian
Loyal
sg where got flowers 2 smel? ...

You won't find it if you are like bro erection running all the time. You need time off and spend time at many of our nature parks. There are a few reservoirs, botanical garden and Labrador Park to name a few.
 

groober2011

Alfrescian
Loyal
Jerry Reed - Stop A While And Smell The Flowers


Yesterdays
Oh, how many do you wish you could relive?
Turn the page and go back
Oh, I wonder what you'd give?

Looking back, does it seem
That when you've planned
And when you've dreamed
You forgot the most important thing

Smell the flowers while the roses bloom
Take the time my friend and sing a happy tune
Oh, how precious every mile, so take a minute, learn to smile
My friend, let's stop a while and smell the flowers
Smell the flowers

Got a troubled mind, friend
Did you let too much worry rule your days?
When you look back
Do you feel like something precious slipped away?

Oh, my friend are you the man
That the world slip through your hands?
Can you remember
When you smelled the flowers?

Smell the flowers while the roses bloom
Take the time my friend and sing a happy tune
You won't have this day again 'cause every road has got to end
So don't forget my friend to smell the flowers
Smell the flowers

Smell the flowers while the roses bloom
Take the time my friend and sing a happy tune
Oh, how precious every mile, so take a minute, learn to smile
My friend, let's stop a while and smell the flowers
 

groober2011

Alfrescian
Loyal
Yeah and also bring Yellow Bird, Horse With No Name and Bring My Rifle, Pony And Me Til' The End Of Time. If we continue like this we will end up in the garbage heap for TCSS.
 

erection2015

Alfrescian (InfP) + C
bro...once someone looks at my face ( if you can call it that ) and looks into my mind ......they will conclude correctly that i really belong

there in the dung heap:(

Yeah and also bring Yellow Bird, Horse With No Name and Bring My Rifle, Pony And Me Til' The End Of Time. If we continue like this we will end up in the garbage heap for TCSS.
 
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